Untitled#2 Poem by Karen Touzalin

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In each of us, there is an inate desire to be alone,
to meditate on everything
or nothing at all.
It is suggested that the meaning of life
can be revealed in solitude
a quiet reflection reveals mysteries
drowned out in the sound of every day life.
I hear my own thoughts when I am alone
they tell me that
I am lonley.

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Karen Touzalin

Karen Touzalin

Kingston, Jamaica
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